Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.